Chapter 14We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
—Walter Scott
Theo woke at twenty-seven minutes past four in the morning. Dylan was sleeping soundly next to him and did not as much as stir when Theo got out of bed. With a yawn and some rolling of his shoulders, he went downstairs to the kitchen and put on some coffee. A thud made him turn around. Cat stretched and meowed, a sound Theo had never heard come from him before.
“What are you doing here?”
“Dylan let me in last night. He noticed the cat flap somehow had been locked.” Cat glared at him. “Sleeping in the barn is damn cold, you know?”
“It’s cold? Outside, I mean.” He hurried to the thermometer by the kitchen window and grinned. Snowflakes levitated in his chest. Several degrees below freezing. This was the day
